Actually no. I’m now going to write a keystyle.
It wasn’t that day you left me, I thought words were axes
To slice hearts in half bitch, wanna clear up this mess-es
Definitely no asses to rip because your faces too rich
Rich in bullshit, faggots, now eat my dazes-you-filth
Hell fucking no, I don’t know what I’m on, prolly dope
Just trying to break out of my block, gimme hope
Can an Angel fetch me? I need a cab to heaven
Call one for me, don’t make me step a seven
Stars in the day and sun in the night, you feel me?
Bars for the gays and gun in the bright, kill me
Hey, I swear I still don’t know the shits I’m typing
Stealing word after word, go on, keep swiping
Sighing, I’m so sad, a sixteen with no quality, boring
No flow, no punches, just whining, no scoring
Sad, sad, sad, feels like crying but no shoulder to cry on
Just another rhyme but this shit is over, die on
Sad. Five minutes of worthless piece of shit.
Let’s try again…
I’m speaking so loud at the weak and the proud
At the bleak and the crowd, man this sick and I’m out
I mean, I’m in, Amin, I’m mean
No doubt I’m gonna be an author with this story summing
And Gloria’s cumming, I mean, glory’s coming
Dory’s humming, for me humping
Throwing random rhymes, constantly dumping
Dunking the basketball into a property lumping
Bumping, no I’m bumming, I’m whining a-fucking-gain
With sucky brains, how do I rhyme like Gucci(Gachi) Mane?
Whatever, Kanye, just keep going West, you faggot
Don’t bother facing other directions, or that face I’ll smack it
So I tried again with no Paris Hilton images in mind
I used to have skinny chances to write punchlines that rhyme
What a weird weird costume, Lady Gaga
Wouldn’t even fuck you face-covered, maybe haha
Ah, boring. I wrote that in fifteen minutes.
Ok, I’ll do it again later. I have to take a break.
I’m in school currently because I have to take filming equipments. Tomorrow’s Thursday, which is the actual filming day.

Feedback appreciated.
